Last Valentine’s Day, hubby and I repressed the urge to go out and celebrate. We decided that we finally had enough of being stuck in traffic to get to our restaurant of choice for Valentine’s Day.
Though I had been determined to ignore Valentine’s Day, I had been stricken with guilt the night before, when hubby came home late after being stuck for hours in Makati traffic, with a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses for me, and three pretty long-stemmed roses for our 11-year-old. If my busy, harassed significant other could go sappy, so could I.
